Chapter 51

"..."

On the sofa next to him, the short-haired, dry old man in a vest and big shorts heard this and couldn't help but shake his head, preparing to advise her not to scare the guests, but his brows couldn't help but furrow.

His nose twitched, sniffing.

"Wait a minute, pay attention to politeness when people come, Xiao Tong." Old Zhang advised earnestly: "Don't look around with your ability as soon as you meet."

"Oh, don't worry, don't worry, I have the most integrity!"

Tong Hua patted her chest and guaranteed without thinking, full of sincerity... but in fact, only those who know her believe her.

Old Zhang sighed, shook his head slightly, and picked up the teapot. As the saying goes, good words are hard to persuade a damn little ghost; the child is still young, so she still has to suffer a bit to see the world.

He played with the two round, smooth iron walnuts in his hands and said nothing more.

Until the elevator slowly rose.

Vaguely Xiao An’s voice.

"Here, here."

Tong Hua’s eyes lit up, activated the exclusive skill of 'Great Detective'—Ether Eye, rubbed her little hands, and looked intently: "Let me see—"

Then, in that instant, she froze in place.

And could make no more sound.

It was as if, in an instant, she had fallen into hell.

All light faded in the observation of the Ether Eye, and matter seemed to fade away in color at some point, leaving only mottled spots. Even the sunlight outside the window seemed to have lost its temperature.

Like falling into an ice cellar!

The terrifying sound of blood tides exploded in her ears, accompanied by countless tragic screams and wails.

Nothing could be seen clearly; the world was a blur. The only thing she could see was the viscous blood silently winding, gradually permeating, rising, rushing, and erupting from the elevator door crack that was slowly opening, completely swallowing her.

"Wait, wait—"

Tong Hua’s expression froze on her face.

Her face gradually turned pale.

Is something not quite right?

How come it seems...

By accident, I saw something I shouldn't have seen.

In the rushing blood color, there seemed to be a blurred outline, slowly walking out of the darkness, scanning the surroundings. The indescribable, constantly changing shadows slowly wriggled, inch by inch, approaching her.

A little, and a little more.

Making her smile unable to be maintained, twitching, gradually terrified.

The performance she knew by heart was completely forgotten in the sudden fear, leaving only one thought:

Xi, c, can we reconcile?

Countless twisted faces emerged from the blood color, as if dissolved, overlapping, merging, slowly extending wriggling tentacles, gently brushing past her eyes, touching her cheeks, as if they had sensed something.

Then, one after another, hollow eyes emerged from the blood color, looking down at her. Countless dissolved and twisted faces grinned, leaned close, opened and closed amidst the wailing, and issued a venomous curse toward her.

To be forever engraved in her memory and soul!

"▇▇——"

"Yi! Wen, Wen... Sister Wen, save me!!!"

Tong Hua retreated in terror, unable to hold back, screaming: "Save, save me ahhhhhhhh!!!"

"What the hell..."

Ji Jue was so scared that he took two steps back, dumbfounded. He saw a bloodless, pale face as soon as he got out of the elevator, staring at him fixedly. He was also startled, thinking a female ghost had come to claim his life.

As a result, after finally gathering the courage to ask "hello," and just wanting to shake hands... how come the other party was even more scared than him, turned around and ran?

Shouldn't he be the one screaming?!

Wait, did he get bullied in the office before he even started the job?

But seeing Xiao An seemed to be used to it, he wasn't sure what was going on, so he hesitated and poked his head to look at the old man calmly playing with walnuts on the sofa: "Excuse me, is this the Security Bureau Beishan District office..."

"Yes, that's right."

Old Zhang played with the walnuts, nodded with a smile, and beckoned enthusiastically: "You are Xiao Ji, right? Oh my, it's been a long time since guests came, welcome, welcome, sit down!

Do you eat melon seeds? Have some fruit too!"

Saying that, fruit plates, melon seeds, peanuts, soft candies, chocolates, and other items were laid out from under the coffee table like magic. Before he could react, a cup of tea appeared in front of Ji Jue.

And opposite, the old man who had finished brewing a pot of kung fu tea with flowing speed had already gestured for tea.

No, what the hell, I'm not here to pay a New Year’s call!

Also, that woman who ran away screaming just now...

"She..."

"It's okay, don't take it to heart. She stayed up late watching horror movies and scared herself."

Old Zhang picked up his teacup, took two sips, and didn't care at all.

Anyway, Tong Hua dug a pit to bury herself; he was used to it, and it wasn't the first time.

Heaven-Chosen of the Ether path mostly have this problem—gossipy to death, addicted to melons, wanting to see everything, liking to see everything, daring to see everything.

Finally, watching and watching, they unknowingly watched themselves to death.

Now she just watched a Ji Jue, what a big deal; when she is bold enough to watch the Benevolent Brocade and the Nine Nya-limbs, that’s when something happens.

She’ll learn a lesson.

However, on the back of the hand holding the teacup, goosebumps couldn't help but rise, and the hair stood on end.

The blessing [True Eye] and [Super Sense] of the Vortex, combined with the blessing [Know Enemy] of the White Deer, constitute the higher-level blessing [Pure Observation], which can sense the essence of all intruders within a hundred meters in a normal state.

The signals brought by superhuman perception were constantly stimulating his consciousness, describing the threats and terror before him.

Completely unrelated to Ji Jue!

But other things, something more secret and terrifying.

Clearly, he looked like an ordinary handsome teenager, but when he exerted his perception and focused on experiencing it, he could feel... some kind of existence entangled and attached to him.

——The huge aggregate formed by pure pain and despair!

Under the peeping and stimulation of Tong Hua’s undisguised Ether Eye, they seemed to be awakened from sleep, fully excited, and furious!

In the phantom-like perception, viscous scarlet colors constantly rose from Ji Jue’s body, and weird, hollow faces faintly appeared in them, hungry and ferocious.

And when they gathered together, they outlined a weird outline that changed constantly.

Like a dragon head, looking down indifferently!

Choosing people to devour.

This is really... incredible.

Stared at by those illusory eyes, Old Zhang’s movements also stalled for a moment, then he raised his hand to toast, swallowed the tea into his belly, turned a blind eye, and still entertained the teenager before him with a smile.

Until the scarlet and blood color dissipated completely, and the infinite despair and pain contracted again, returning to Ji Jue’s body, and everything returned to normal.

As if nothing had happened.

Old Zhang breathed a sigh of relief silently.

Such a huge sign of Nya-transformation, isn't it a bit too exaggerated?

He wasn't someone who hadn't seen cursed people, but not many could reach one-tenth, or even one-hundredth of Ji Jue’s level. Even counting the spiritual essence pollution residue remaining in the Vortex planting technique before, it was too outrageous.

But, clearly, it was the resentment and curses left by countless people before they died, so why would they... protect him?

He shook his head slightly and stopped thinking about it.

"Come, come, eat melon, eat melon!" He picked up the fruit plate and entertained enthusiastically: "The watermelon Xiao Tong bought specially today, just taken out of the refrigerator, eat it while it's cold."

And Ji Jue was completely numb.

Looking around, and looking at the lineup of Beishan District in front of him, he couldn't help but gasp—an old man, a patient, and a disabled person?

He suddenly had a heartfelt sense of belonging!

If you add this weak chicken, wouldn't it be a four-person team of the old, weak, sick, and disabled?

This is too correct!

In the movie, it’s a proper team that does big things; at the very least, saving the world is not a problem!

It is said that now on the Empire side, the team must have a fat person, a homosexual, and a transgender person to be called sound; I don't know what kind of powerful team it takes to gather such a shocking lineup!

Of course, that’s what I said; I am definitely weak, but whether others are old, sick, or disabled is not necessarily the case.

Not to mention An Ran, whom he couldn't see clearly from beginning to end, even this dry old man in front of him, the pair of iron walnuts in his hands were almost sparking.

Look at the material, and after feeling its weight with his shallow alchemy attainments, Ji Jue nodded; this hand strength, crushing one or two of his heads is simply easier than beating an egg?!

"Oh, you kid finally came?"

Inside, in the direction of the office, Wen Wen finally walked out, carrying a lot in her hands, pinching two small boxes in her left hand, and carrying Tong Hua like a little chicken in her right.

"Sorry, my little sister likes to look around, joking with you, don't mind."

Saying that, she threw Tong Hua, whom she had been carrying, to the front and slapped her dog head angrily: "Apologize!"

"Sor, sorry." Tong Hua lowered her head, trembling, hugging Wen Wen’s hand and refusing to let go: "Big brother, let me go, I'm still young..."

What the hell?

Ji Jue was dumbfounded, but looking at the way they were happily sticking together, he felt that he had also become a part of some PLAY; it was so weird!

"Nothing, just treat it as her having a seizure."

Wen Wen sat down mercilessly, and then handed the two boxes in her hand over: "Here, your spoils, I was waiting for you to come and get them after cleaning up last time."

"Ah?"

Ji Jue felt that from the moment he entered the door, his mouth hadn't closed.

Inexplicably, he was being distributed equipment?

I didn't do anything!

But why does this beautifully decorated small box look so much like someone’s eternal home?

After opening it, he discovered... it actually seemed to be!

These are two urns!

One has some iron filings scattered inside, and the other has only a few broken crystals... but there is no doubt that it cannot change the essence of the urn!

"What the hell is this?!"

"Hmm? The Heaven-Chosen you killed last time." Wen Wen answered: "I checked, one is called Ming Yan, one is called Bai Yi, both have a bunch of wanted notices on them, neither is a good thing. They didn't make any contribution when they were alive, so after they died, I just used them for waste."

The ashes of the Heaven-Chosen, in a sense, are really extraordinary materials.

Ming Yan’s remains can be used to replace certain items of the Wasteland Ruins Dao, significantly enhancing the material properties and firmness of the material. And Bai Yi’s fragments are clearly condensed from pure shadow spiritual essence, possibly the residue of that shadow beast...

Ji Jue was worried that he had no way to strengthen the little cow-horse.

Anyway, with the brutal degree of dragon blood, it wouldn't be afraid of not being able to digest anything.

It’s just, killing people and then feeding their ashes to his own cow-horse, isn't it a bit too insane?

It’s so miserable; some people are turned into materials after they die, and some people are already targeted when they are alive...

Thinking of his identity, Ji Jue couldn't help but feel sad.

What if one day, Sister Wen suddenly called him into the office after work and said to him: "You don't want your identity as a Heaven-Chosen Summoner to be exposed, right?"

Besides dropping little pearls and accepting the hidden rules, he really had no other way.

"What are you thinking?"

Wen Wen frowned, glancing at this guy’s wandering appearance, and reminded: "Drool is falling down."

"No, no, no, nothing." Ji Jue shook his head and sighed: "Just sighing that the adult world is really terrible, um, terrible. When a boy goes out, he must learn to protect himself."

"Indeed, calling you here today is also part of the reason..."

"Hmm?!"

Ji Jue was instantly alert.

Good guy, big sister, you finally stopped pretending to be a gentleman?

Since that’s the case, then he... should he obey a little? Or should he resist stubbornly, preferring death to surrender, to make it more interesting?

Just as Ji Jue’s thoughts were sliding wildly, he saw Wen Wen pat the old man’s shoulder and wave her hand: "Come, Old Zhang, it’s up to you next, don't scare him."

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

The dry old man grinned and showed a smile toward him: "Don't be afraid, I have very rich experience."

"Hmm?!"

Ji Jue widened his eyes in shock, subconsciously shaking his head frantically, waving his hands, and refusing solemnly: "No, no, this won't do, this really won't do! Playing too big!"

"What the hell are you thinking!"

Wen Wen was furious, slapped his forehead, and almost knocked his dog head off: "Today is to let Old Zhang train you, let you learn some self-protection skills and the basics of spiritual essence strengthening!

Your brain has fallen into the ditch again, right?!"

"Ah? Oh oh oh, oh~"

Ji Jue covered his head and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "Should have said so earlier, I thought..."

"What did you think?"

Wen Wen’s smile gradually became kind, raised her hand, her slender five fingers clenched, the sound of knuckles rubbing was as crisp as crystal shattering, and faint crystal light appeared on her fist, turning into sharp spikes.

"How about I do it myself."

She picked up Ji Jue’s collar, smiled brightly, and squeezed the words from her teeth: "Don't worry, it will definitely make you have a deep impression, I guarantee."

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